Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.